Pondering and poetry by heidi viars
Humans were not the first ones to string lights. It was the Maker Himself. Before man was able to see and feel God’s love, He decorated the heavens and sent glimpses of His creativity into the World. Ethereal, eternal truths – God brought them…
Some time ago, early in the morning, I read in my devotional “A Diary of Private Prayer” by John Baillie. As the sun slowly rose the beams of light shone through my kitchen window. The rays broke through some stained glass and hit the…
Down, deep below and far from light, Exists a prison cell, Where darkness rules, and pain and hurt And unforgiveness dwell. * Your unforgiveness locked the door And now stands there to guard. It trapped your pains of pasts inside This prison of your…
I almost missed the little slip of paper, which had obviously been torn out of a notebook. It was small enough to escape one’s notice easily. There it sat on the floor. I picked it up and turned it around. Immediately my heart became…
Sometimes circumstances come together perfectly. This morning they did for me. The full moon was setting close to the same time the sun was coming up. I grabbed the tripod and headed out into the frigid dawn. After capturing the moon set behind a…
Laundry piles up on the bed and begs to be folded. After-dinner dishes seem to stack themselves in the sink. The weeds in my flowerbeds stare at me, and the vegetables call to be planted in the garden. The list goes on. Another list…
I took this picture this morning on my walk. The tree reminded me of “PAIN” … how the branches had grown up-ward in a struggle of sort. On their own, one might consider each a wayward attempt at being a part of a strong…
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